What She Needs (Cape May 3)

Soon Tory was there, spiraling out of control. Her hot pussy bathed him in wetness as he sank his mouth over hers and captured her shouts. As her desire began to ebb, Devon clutched her hips and pushed into her once, twice, then he arched his neck and moaned her name as he emptied himself into the condom.

Tory’s breath came in short pants, her body sweaty, lungs starved for oxygen. Her legs shook from exertion as she collapsed against Devon’s heaving chest. No way could she ever move again. Devon’s arms came around her shoulders in an unyielding hold. She wiggled, gaining his attention. As their gazes met, Tory saw raw hunger. If he hadn’t just spent himself inside her, she would have thought he was ready to go again.

“There’s something you need to know,” Devon said in a low, haunted voice.

Fear skated up her spine. In all the time she’d known Devon, she couldn’t remember him once sounding so defeated. “What is it, Devon?”

“Con isn’t the only one battling the ugly green monster here.”

Tory blinked, trying to figure out if he was playing her. Of all the things he could’ve said, she hadn’t expected that. Not Devon. He was simply too easy-going. “You’ve been feeling jealous too?”

He buried his face into her neck. For several seconds he merely sat there, holding her as if she were a lifeline. Finally, he lifted his head and muttered, “Last night, when I left you two alone, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Guilt washed over her. The two men she loved beyond anything else were hurting and it was because of her. “I’m sorry,” she said, though it seemed so damn lame.

“Damn. I’m screwing this all up. No, don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. It’s just…we both love you and that makes this relationship tricky.”

It infuriated her that she couldn’t ease their pain. “I’m not giving up on us. We can work out a solution. You two need to stop being so damn stubborn, that’s all.”

“Stubborn, huh?”

Devon’s head snapped up and, because she was still sitting on his lap, she could feel his entire body go bowstring-tight. Tory turned and saw Con standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. The smile he sent Devon was teasing and full of mischief.

“You had time with Tory and I didn’t interrupt,” Devon said, obviously not amused by Con’s sudden appearance. “Maybe you can pay me the same courtesy?”

Con held up his hands as if in surrender. “I know. I have a few things to say and then I’m gone, I swear.”

Tory got to her feet, then bent to retrieve her shirt. She heard Devon curse when she slid her pants back on. “We’re listening, right, Devon?”

“Fine,” Devon muttered as went to the bathroom. When he came back out, he reached down to the floor and grabbed his boxer-briefs. “But this better be good.”

Tory couldn’t pull her gaze away from the sight of Devon gloriously naked except for the small amount of black cotton. It didn’t have a prayer in the world of concealing his semi-erect cock. She had to forcibly turn her head back to Con, who was grinning at her as if to say I know what you’re thinking.

“Con,” Devon growled, his voice full of menace.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll get right to it. Look, I know that my jealous streak rearing its ugly head has recently thrown a big fucking wrench into our happily-ever-after. I’m sorry for that. I wish I could tell you it’s gone now that I’ve had Tory to myself, but it’s not. It may never go away.”

Devon quirked a brow. “That’s what you came to tell us? That nothing has changed?”

Con shook his head, all signs of teasing gone. “No. Shit, I suck at this.”

God, the man was like a fish out of water when it came to sharing his feelings. She couldn’t stand to see him struggling so hard to find the right words. Closing the distance between them, Tory placed her hand on his forearm. “It’s okay.”

He stared at where they were connected, as if searching for inspiration. Finally he said, “Last night, when you and I made love, it was so damn good. Hell, it was amazing.”

“For me too, Con.”

“But I realized something.” His gaze went to Devon when he admitted, “I love both of you. I don’t want one without the other. I thought I did. I was prepared for war, Dev. But I don’t want you gone. I don’t think I ever did.”

“Then what’s with the jealousy?”

“I’m not going to lie. I may never get over it. But I can manage it. I’m a big boy, not a damn teenager. I can deal with the little green monster.”

Devon took a few steps toward Con, then stopped and asked, “Was it the evening alone with Tory? Is that what made you realize all this?”

He pushed a hand through his thick dark hair. “That was part of it. The truth hit me when I walked in here a few minutes ago and watched you two making love.”

Tory’s face heated. “Wait. You were here long enough to see—?”